Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Enforcing the Wager

Chapter 147: Enforcing the Wager

(Caleb’s POV)

Ethan paced the room, his face twisted with rage and disbelief.

“I cannot believe Grandfather did this,” Ethan spat, kicking a chair. “Stripping me of my inheritance rights? For what? Because of that girl?”

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“It makes no sense,” Livia said, sitting on the edge of the bed and wringing her hands. “Your grandfather has always valued the family bloodline above all else. He would never handicap

the main branch like this unless…”

She paused, her eyes widening with a sudden realization.

“Unless he isn’t thinking clearly,” Ethan finished for her.

“Exactly,” Livia whispered, standing up. “Amelia gave him a treatment for his headaches, didn’t she? What if she used something else? Drugs? Or even black magic?”

“Black magic,” Ethan repeated, the idea taking root.

“Remember how she controlled those bugs?” Livia shuddered, clutching her arms. “That was

not normal, Ethan. No healer does that. She must be using some dark arts to control Alaric’s

mind.”

“It explains everything,” Ethan said, nodding slowly. “Why he suddenly favors her. Why he is turning against his own family.”

“We have to stop her,” Livia said, her voice rising in panic. “If we don’t, the entire Stone River Pack’s assets will belong to that wild girl. She might even have Jaxon and Seraphina under her spell. Why else would they treat an adopted stray like a princess?”

Ethan’s expression darkened. A cruel light entered his eyes.

“We need proof,” he said. “We need a specialist in mental domination. Or a witch hunter.”

“I will find one tomorrow,” Livia promised. “But what if we are wrong? If Alaric finds out we are investigating him, he will be even more disappointed.”

“It doesn’t matter if we are right or wrong,” Ethan interrupted, his voice cold and ruthless. “We just need the accusation to stick. We will frame her for using black magic on the Alpha. That carries the death penalty.”

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“Good,” Celine croaked from her bed. Her face was wrapped in bandages, but her eyes burned with hate. “Kill her. Make her suffer.”

“Don’t worry, little sister,” Ethan said, softening his tone as he looked at her. “Tomorrow, I am

taking you to Valerius Kane’s auction. They say the ‘Shadow Apothecary‘ might be there. We will get the antidote for your face.”

“I want her dead,” Celine hissed, tears soaking her bandages.

I lay there, screaming inside my own mind.

*No!* I tried to move a finger, anything. *You are the monsters, not her!*

Amelia was innocent. Celine was the rot in this family. But I was a prisoner in my own body,

unable to twitch a muscle.

I could only watch and listen as they plotted against my sister.

*Moon Goddess, please protect Amelia,* I prayed silently in the darkness of my mind. *Don’t let them hurt her.*

(Amelia’s POV)

The next morning, I sat at the dining table with a piece of toast. My phone buzzed on the placemat.

It was a message from Natasha Crimson.

*Natasha: Good morning! I heard you might be going to the auction today?*

I raised an eyebrow. News traveled fast in the elite circles.

*Amelia: Yes. Would you like to join me?*

The reply came instantly.

*Natasha: YES! Oh my goddess, really? That is huge!*

*Amelia: I can pick you up,*

*Natasha: That is goddess–level treatment! I will be ready. I won’t embarrass you, I promise!*

She sent her address immediately. I could almost feel her excitement vibrating through the screen as she likely rushed to pick out an outfit.

*“We have found another ally,“* Ava purred in my mind, stretching lazily. *“Her scent is pure.

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Unlike the snakes in the West House.“*

*“Agreed,” I replied silently. **She seems genuine.“*

(Amelia’s POV)

“Who are you smiling at?” Seraphina asked, pouring herself a cup of tea. “Is it Theodore?”

I chuckled and put the phone down. “No, Mom. It’s Natasha.”

Seraphina paused, the teapot hovering in mid–air. “Cordelia’s daughter?”

“The very one,” I said.

“That is… wonderful,” Seraphina said, a genuine smile spreading across her face. “Cordelia and her mate have always remained neutral in the Crimson family struggles. If Natasha is close to you, it pulls that branch closer to Theodore.”

She took a sip of tea, looking thoughtful.

“Theodore needs all the support he can get right now,” she continued. “Especially with Ronan backstabbing him. And for you… it is good protection.*

She reached out and squeezed my hand across the table.

“I was so worried, Amelia,” she admitted softly. “I thought you would be isolated here. I was afraid Adrian and Livia’s lies would make everyone shun you.”

“I can handle them,” I said, squeezing back. “And I will make plenty of friends.”

I finished

my

breakfast and stood up, wiping my mouth. My expression hardened.

“But first,” I said, checking the time. “I have a wager to enforce.”

“Lyra?” Seraphina asked.

“Yes,” I said, a cold glint in my eyes. “Grandfather is coming with us. Lyra owes me an apology on her knees. We are going to the West House before the auction.”

(Amelia’s POV)

We walked across the estate grounds. The morning air was crisp.

Grandfather Alaric walked ahead, his back straight and imposing. Harold, the head butler of

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the main house, followed close behind us.

When we reached the West House, the door opened. The butler of the West House stood

there.

His eyes widened when he saw us. His face went pale as a sheet.

“Alpha Alaric,” he stammered. “Miss Amelia.”

I looked at him coldly.

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“I told you,” I said calmly. “If I proved my innocence, you would be fired and banished from the pack.”

He swallowed hard, looking desperately at Alaric.

“Master, please,” he begged. “I have served this house for ten years-”

“Settle his wages, Harold,” Alaric cut him off. His voice was like granite. “Get him out of my territory immediately.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Harold said, stepping forward.

The West House butler glared at me with pure venom, but he didn’t dare defy the Alpha. He turned and slunk away, defeated.

We stepped into the grand foyer.

Livia was just coming down the stairs. She was dressed in an expensive silk robe, but her face looked tired.

She froze when she saw the group.

“Father?” she asked, gripping the railing. A flicker of ominous fear crossed her eyes. “Why are you here so early? And with Seraphina?”

Alpha Alaric ignored her question. He walked past her and sat heavily on the main sofa in the

center of the room.

He radiated power, his presence filling the space with an unquestionable authority.

“Where is Lyra?” Alaric demanded.

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